Male God Please Lie Down

"This is you-mother, then who is this?"

Pointing to the man above the painting specifically to the left.

"This is you!"

Fang Ruixi replied sincerely and smiled as soon as Xiang Left heard him say this.

"Qingming, do you think Xixi, is this good?"

To the left, he specifically asked Xin Qingming on one side.

"very nice!"

Xin Qingming looked at the painting and nodded with a smile. In fact, a child's painting can simply dial into his heart.

Because he is very simple and happy, the paintings are very bright, very clean, and very pure.

"Whee--"

Fang Ruixi hugged Xin Qingming's arm and smiled very happily.

"I'm going back!"

Thinking to the left, what to do tomorrow, stood up now.

"I will send you out!!"

Fang Ruixi stood up with a grin, and took his left hand. The two of them walked outside together and whispered for a while before Fang Ruixi entered the room.

Xin Qingming just took a faint glance, and inserted the book in his hand on one of the bookshelves.

"mother--"

Fang Ruixi jumped up to her.

"Ok!?"

Xin Qingming looked at her suspiciously.

"Why don't you ask me!?"

Fang Ruixi felt strange for a while. In the past, her mother would be curious and would ask herself.

Seeing Fang Ruixi's appearance, Xin Qingming laughed again, put his hand on Fang Ruixi's nose, and lightly nodded.

The child is so cute.

"Because I know that you will not tell me, and then you will tell me that this is a secret."

Xin Qingming said with a smile.

Fang Ruixi was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter again.

It seems to be the case.

"Okay little idiot, let's take a bath first!"

Xin Qingming took him and walked towards the bathroom together.

After washing, the two lay on the bed again, Xin Qingming looked at Fang Ruixi's smiled face.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and squeezed lightly on his face. He was very happy now.

Xin Qingming thought of the news of Fang Kexin's death, and wondered whether he should tell Fang Ruixi now.

"Mom, do you have something to tell me!?"

Fang Ruixi looked up and saw that Xin Qingming was worrying.

"have!"

Xin Qingming nodded, the child is still as sensitive and careful as always.

"What is it?"

Fang Ruixi looked at Xin Qingming with eyes wide open.

"Your father is dead!"

Xin Qingming spoke out slowly.

"died!?"

Fang Ruixi frowned.

He is no longer a kid. He has watched a lot of TV and knows what the message of death means.

"Yes!"

Xin Qingming responded.

"I see."

Fang Ruixi nodded.

"How do you feel now!?"

Xin Qingming stretched out his hand, touched his cheek, and asked aloud.

Fang Ruixi shook her head, but her eyes were red.

Although my father is not good with him, it seems that even holding him is very rare.

But Fang Ruixi knew that that person was his father.

He is dead and no longer.

"If your grandma calls and asks you to go, mom will take you there."

Xin Qingming stretched out his arm and put his arm around his shoulder.

"good!"

Fang Ruixi nodded.

"Let's rest first!"

After that, Xin Qingming helped him tuck the quilt.